peroxidepirate: (out of the way)
Right. In the past three months, I've been spurned personally and professionally by the same woman.

Remind me not to get in a position where that's even possible. Ever again.

And all the rage and frustration that I wouldn't let myself feel over the personal sleight? Right here, all bubbling up.

I shouldn't take it personally. The only reason she didn't take the job is that we couldn't pay her enough, and that's not my fault. And it's not like she actually rejected me on a personal level, either; she just found someone else before I got up the nerve to ask her out. Still... sucks that I'm now, again, looking for an assistant manager (as I have been for most of the past six months), right along with being single with no real prospects (as I have been for too long to even contemplate sanely). Grrrrrrr.


Jan. 20th, 2010 05:44 pm
peroxidepirate: (none but two survived)
Way back in October, I posted that the closing on my co-op to condo conversion was scheduled. Well, it didn't happen and it didn't happen and...



I finally know for sure that, as long as my BFF and I keep making our payments, we get to keep our house!

I have never been so relieved.

We went through hell and high water to get there, we had to put over $4000 down, and we now have a new 30-year mortgage with zero (even nominal) equity. But it's done.

In celebration, since I'm too broke for anything major, I finally bought myself a paid LJ account & room for 100 icons. Ooooh, I'm gonna have so much fun with those icons!

Tagging this with the "life sucks" tag only because it's the epilogue to everything else I've used that tag for.
peroxidepirate: (none but two survived)
I'm not sure I want to talk about this much, but 1. I kind of abandoned a post/poll mid-stream a few days ago, and 2. I already mentioned that my dog, Mack, had cancer. So.

We had to have him put to sleep on Wednesday morning.

Rough Week

May. 21st, 2009 09:18 pm
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I've had the week. from. hell. My housing/financial situation is maybe-maybe-not gonna blow up in my face pretty soon, I went 4 nights running with less than 6 hours of sleep per night, we had 2 refrigerators break a combined 4 times at work this weekend, I got ELECTROCUTED* trying to unplug one of them, and now that all this crap is starting to settle down, it's 100+ degrees with 90% humidity in the kitchen... so by the time I get home, my brain is (literally?) fried. I HATE summer.

*Not as bad as it sounds, actually. Bad enough to piss me off, but not enough to need medical attention or anything.

The upshot of all this? I didn't forget about the reply I was going to post to an entry by [personal profile] green_maia , the Season 8 comics I told [ profile] erimthar  I'd read, or the Tamora Pierce drabbles I still owe [ profile] rojo  & Aniloverl. I just haven't gotten to those things yet.

But hey. It's a beautiful day (though hotter than I'd like), my awesome roomie has the day off (so we can actually hang out for once!), I've been riding my bike to and from work almost every day (8 miles round trip... I rock!), and my 3 doggies are all getting along. So life is, for the moment, good.


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